Beautiful People Dont Just Happen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'm not praising because Gerald is from Germany, but all Caucasian races, no matter which country, nothing is terrible. "Not that, but we cannot specialize. Except in Indonesia, it can. Because there are several cities that have a lot of Cogan." I'm defending myself. "I prefer Indonesian women, all beautiful. Especially those in front of me." tease David. Heck ... Why is this boy being so diligent about teasing me? I'm not pretty, but sometimes I feel beautiful. Depending on the circumstances, sometimes feel beautiful, sometimes not. All women in this world must feel that way. Except for someone who's already pretty from a baby, she doesn't need to feel ugly anymore. For example, my idol Sel

I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me. I begin rubbing her waist, drawing circles and just trying to store everything into my memory space. Because each time I look at her there’s this feeling that rises up inside of me, like a part of me comes alive, I know it’s not love, but I won’t be surprised if it becomes that.

“Probably because people spent a long time making her feel that way.” I hate that answer. Mostly because it makes sense. “That’s insane.” Jake gives me a look. “Not everybody grows up being told they’re the guy.” I glare at him. “You know what I mean.” “No,” he says honestly. “I really don’t.” And the irritating thing? I don’t either. Not fully. Because when I look at Maya, it feels obvious. She’s beautiful. Not in the polished, fake, social-media-perfect way half the girls around campus try to be.

Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

Karen exuded effortless beauty, her elegance enhanced by her relaxed posture as she focused on the contents on her laptop. Liam smiled faintly at the sight of her. Truth be told, she was one of the most beautiful people Liam had ever met. And he often marveled at how fortunate he was to have her as his fiancee. It wasn’t just her physical beauty that captivated him but her intelligence, warmth, and the elegance with which she carried herself. These qualities had drawn him to her, even though he had initially been hesitant to enter a relationship with her in the first place.

"That's weird. We won't know who is who." "There will be some kind of distinction. You'll know who it is. The point is, people will like you for who you are, not for how you look." I glanced at her. "People don't like you only because you're beautiful. I, no, we can all tell that you have a good heart. It reflects in how you act and treat people. That's why the fans love you." She snorted. "Say that again when you find someone who will fall in love with me after knowing what kind of monster I am."

She cries more hard hiding in her mom's embrace. " No! You didn't do anything. Mommy forgave you. Love! Look at me! Mommy is beautiful. So, whatever she forced you to say, she was jealous of mommy's beauty. That's why she said that. Remember , Love! People aren't ugly. Black, White, Brown, Fat, slim, tall, short, everyone is individually unique and beautiful. They are beautiful on their own way. But there are some people who are ugly. Not with their skins, their body sizes, but their thoughts, actions and things that they do to make people feel insecure. So don't cry. Even though she said I am ugly, but I am beautiful, am I not?"

Because of their beauty. Oh, goddess. How could anyone look so breathtaking? Even though I had seen them before, they were still utterly stunning. They weren’t the muscular kind of attractive like most men. No, their beauty was something else entirely—refined, striking. They were flawless without looking feminine. Their faces were identical, sculpted so perfectly it felt as though the goddess had taken her time crafting a masterpiece.

I explain. The fact that I might be the last one chosen out of all of us was disappointing, but I won't dwell on it. "That's bullcrap, Xiu," Krystal snaps, and I stare at her. "When you walk into a room, you captivate it. Everyone can tell you are from a high-class family. It's in the way you carry yourself. You are confident and proud. Your smile is flawless, and your eyes sparkle when you outsmart someone. Any male from any planet will be able to see that and more. Do not limit yourself by reading about what's beautiful. As you stated, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I would not be surprised if you were snatched up in the first rounds," Krystal says with such passion I am reminded o